The Black Captain was still not in sight. But his yurt looked like before: small yet a dim fire was lighting and sometimes the Captain went outside for a pee or to take a breath of fresh air.
The Pan and his retinue were not in sight but many strange, loud vocal "Kurwa" were heard in the vicinity.
If this tale warmed your heart or gave you a moment of peace on troubled seas, consider buying the Captain a grog.
Buy the Captain a GrogAlas! The wretched German Landsknecht Swamp Division hath breached the sanctuary of the Black Captain's humble yurt, brazenly purloining full half of his remaining provisions! Your esteemed assistance in replenishing the armory would be most graciously received!
View WishlistAn able yet presently impoverished gentleman, possessed of a vessel and conducting himself with the utmost dark decorum, seeks the acquaintance of a refined young lady—unmarried, of no more than four-and-twenty summers, and born to an esteemed, affluent heritage. Those of common breeding or sycophantic disposition need not apply.
